I'm so *** turned up right now, volume
Someone please turn Gucci Mane down, volume
Brick Squad thugged out, we don't give a ***, volume
We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up, volume

So you should hit the floor, get low and shut up, volume
Hit the floor, get low and shut the *** up, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume

I pulled up in a 4 door Porsche, set trippin'
3 young dread head ***'s ridin' with me
I don't think they like me and I don't like 'em neither
But if they move wrong I'll red up they wife beater

I do it for the hood, I do it ain't no equal
I do it for the red, black, yellow, white people
I just bought a *** just the other day
And I don't play with grown men, I don't like to play

I'm so *** turned up right now
*** hang on me, I don't give a *** right now
Well, you let us keep on trying like the little engine that could
You think you can, you think you can, I think you *** should

I'm so *** turned up right now, volume
Someone please turn Gucci Mane down, volume
Brick Squad thugged out, we don't give a ***, volume
We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up, volume

So you should hit the floor, get low and shut up, volume
Hit the floor, get low and shut the *** up, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume

Call me Gucci Flocka Flame, I done changed my name
Call me Frenchie Mane La Flare, Gucci The Kid, it's all the same
I be runnin', ***, stuntin' with 100 killers ridin'
You snitchin', *** tattle tellin' scared to stand beside me

I just bought another house just to house my goons
So Icey Entertainment, boy, we just like a platoon
The colors in my chain reminds me of a platoon
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/vhY0I'm with your boy Amars they didn't find that boy 'til June

I wish they found him August so that's like too much too soon
His face was swollen and puffy 'bout the color of a prune
Brick Squad movement and no, you're not a part of it
Me, Waka, and Woo Juice and Frenchie Mane started it

I'm so *** turned up right now, volume
Someone please turn Gucci Mane down, volume
Brick Squad thugged out, we don't give a ***, volume
We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up, volume

So you should hit the floor, get low and shut up, volume
Hit the floor, get low and shut the *** up, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume

Iced out bar, got me ballin' like the Lakers
Homicide around the corner, were you in Jamaica?
My volume on max, you boys better run
I'm a *** with an attitude, holdin' on the ***

17 *** I left 16 hit
Last *** hit the corner got his whole head split
Told you you a goner, I'mma leave you dead quick
I'm like, "Asalamalakum", left them bacon dead ***

Woo The Kid thugged out, we don't give a ***
Let your soul meet the sole of the bottom of my chucks
Black car, black tint with them paper tags
Stay low to the floor, my midget out the bag, my midget out the bag

I'm so *** turned up right now, volume
Someone please turn Gucci Mane down, volume
Brick Squad thugged out, we don't give a ***, volume
We hit the club, shoot the club, tear the club up, volume

So you should hit the floor, get low and shut up, volume
Hit the floor, get low and shut the *** up, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume
You's a ***, you's a snitch, you's a *** scrub, volume

Volume, volume, volume, volume, volume